Anytime I live with other people sharing my home – I am forced to really look at myself with a magnifying glass. Sharing a home means oober-amounts of personal growth goes on; at least for me.
Since I don’t have that large of a home to begin with, and the house is currently full of guests, I’m feeling like everything is so cluttered. Items keep getting lost or broken in the hustle and when I loan out a key and forget to get it back – that creates chaos with my schedule (not to mention other friendly interruptions during my work day).
What’s more – I hate being the designated cook and I certainly don’t want to have to clean up after other grownups – but since I’m the host (you guessed it; I’m doing chores I despise).
Long story short – my loving family is fully accommodating me now that I’ve put things in writing. (I feel so thankful to them for that). This is why I call them “family” (they are loving, after all).
*Today's image was borrowed from: http://whiggles.landofwhimsy.com/gallery/anger.gif